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All Things Blue - page 7
"Fine then," she said. See you soon. I'll be wearing a red blouse and blue jeans."
The rain had slowed down, not by much, but I was grateful for it. When I arrived at Lucy's, a red Civic pulled up beside me and a lady in a red shirt and blue jeans darted out of the car and into the diner. She moved so fast that I didn't even get a glimpse of her face, but I knew it was Nola. I walked in with my umbrella and rain jacket on and observed her. She was sitting by the window, watching the rain pummel the roofs of the cars in the parking lot.
Besides the clothing she mentioned, Nola wore a black water proof hat. She was very pretty with a serious look on her face, and when she removed the hat, wave after wave of lustrous black hair fell over her shoulders. She had an athletic frame and although her legs were hidden under the table, I imagined that they matched her body too.
"Hello Nola," I said taking off my rain jacket. "Got here as soon as I could."
"Hello yourself." And then she smiled. For all that beauty, I didn't think it was possible for her to smile but she proved me wrong. It was a villainous smile though - the kind that makes one leery. "I'm hungry. Haven't eaten since last night. I'ma get me some pancakes. How 'bout you - you hungry?"
I shook my head, no.
"Suit yourself," she said, looking through the menu. I looked around the place. Despite the rain, people had started to file in, crowding the entrance. A petite waitress brought Nola's order of pancakes, eggs and bacon. Nola glared and hollered at her because she wanted three pieces instead of four. I wasn't going to say anything until she started making fun of my tie. She said it made me look like a clown. To me, it was quite clear why Jeremy and her were no longer together; if I was Jeremy, I would have bailed on her too.
"Listen here, lady!" I growled, "I just drove through a flood to get here and I got work to do. I just need a few questions answered about Jeremy. If you can help me, fine. If not, I'll just be on my way."
She looked away again, unapologetic and still as stern-faced as when I walked in. I kept on talking, ready to face the rain again if I had to.
"You told Jean that Jeremy was shot. How did you find that out?"
"I got an email from an associate of his. Don't know if it was female or male. Said their name was P. Randal."
"When was the last time you saw Jeremy?"
"About three weeks ago. I had asked him to babysit for me and he told he couldn't. That was on a Friday."
"Does he have any enemies you can think of? Anyone who would want to settle a score?"
I realized that I had slipped up. Obviously, I was talking to one of his enemies at that very moment. Nola burst out with a long hearty laugh and pulled out, to my surprise, a box of cigarettes. I mean, although she was surly and cynical, she didn't seem like the smoking type.
"Everyone that met Jeremy, Mr. Jaxon, had a problem with him. Everyone. And I can put my last dollar on that."
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"Fine then," she said. See you soon. I'll be wearing a red blouse and blue jeans."
The rain had slowed down, not by much, but I was grateful for it. When I arrived at Lucy's, a red Civic pulled up beside me and a lady in a red shirt and blue jeans darted out of the car and into the diner. She moved so fast that I didn't even get a glimpse of her face, but I knew it was Nola. I walked in with my umbrella and rain jacket on and observed her. She was sitting by the window, watching the rain pummel the roofs of the cars in the parking lot.
Besides the clothing she mentioned, Nola wore a black water proof hat. She was very pretty with a serious look on her face, and when she removed the hat, wave after wave of lustrous black hair fell over her shoulders. She had an athletic frame and although her legs were hidden under the table, I imagined that they matched her body too.
"Hello Nola," I said taking off my rain jacket. "Got here as soon as I could."
"Hello yourself." And then she smiled. For all that beauty, I didn't think it was possible for her to smile but she proved me wrong. It was a villainous smile though - the kind that makes one leery. "I'm hungry. Haven't eaten since last night. I'ma get me some pancakes. How 'bout you - you hungry?"
I shook my head, no.
"Suit yourself," she said, looking through the menu. I looked around the place. Despite the rain, people had started to file in, crowding the entrance. A petite waitress brought Nola's order of pancakes, eggs and bacon. Nola glared and hollered at her because she wanted three pieces instead of four. I wasn't going to say anything until she started making fun of my tie. She said it made me look like a clown. To me, it was quite clear why Jeremy and her were no longer together; if I was Jeremy, I would have bailed on her too.
"Listen here, lady!" I growled, "I just drove through a flood to get here and I got work to do. I just need a few questions answered about Jeremy. If you can help me, fine. If not, I'll just be on my way."
She looked away again, unapologetic and still as stern-faced as when I walked in. I kept on talking, ready to face the rain again if I had to.
"You told Jean that Jeremy was shot. How did you find that out?"
"I got an email from an associate of his. Don't know if it was female or male. Said their name was P. Randal."
"When was the last time you saw Jeremy?"
"About three weeks ago. I had asked him to babysit for me and he told he couldn't. That was on a Friday."
"Does he have any enemies you can think of? Anyone who would want to settle a score?"
I realized that I had slipped up. Obviously, I was talking to one of his enemies at that very moment. Nola burst out with a long hearty laugh and pulled out, to my surprise, a box of cigarettes. I mean, although she was surly and cynical, she didn't seem like the smoking type.
"Everyone that met Jeremy, Mr. Jaxon, had a problem with him. Everyone. And I can put my last dollar on that."
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